The surrounding mountain walls were sheer, almost vertical.
Wu Xiaode finally found a protruding rock, barely enough to rest most of his rear.
When there's a place to sit, you sit.
Otherwise, hovering in mid-air, constantly consuming energy, is not ideal.
He sat on the rock and began to ponder the current situation.
Outside the abyss.
A glowing long line, with a hook dangling, quietly hovered in the air.
Tsk.
How impolite.
I'm just an ordinary mysterious life, although a little suspicious, it's not enough to be blocked at the door like this.
Besides, I have a perfect alibi.
The eight sequences should have all seen me lying on the square, doing nothing.
Why am I, unexpectedly, blocked by a Holy?
Giving this kind of treatment, could it be that my true identity has been seen through?
...No.
If my details were completely exposed, it wouldn't be just a single skull coming to kill me.
Nor would it be a single Holy.
This matter is really strange.
